The Bad Boy (7 page)

               
Nobody could have stopped what happened next
before it was too late. Everything went dead silent as I stood up
with the plate in my hand and pasta completely drenching me from
head to toe. The four of them had wide eyes but I could see the
guilt in Timmy’s.

               
“
It slipped from my hands.” Was all he said before
dashing out of the room with Willis behind him screaming at how
stupid he was.

               
Linda quickly said, “Jared please go help Emilie
clean yourself up and then I think it might be time for her to go.”
She turned to me. “I am so sorry sweetie, they aren’t usually like
this.”

               
Obeying his mother, Jared grabbed my arm a little
too hard and pulled me up the stairs. As I was dragged behind him I
could see his muscles were tense from underneath his white T-shirt.
I wanted to ask what that was all about but I knew better. I wasn’t
going to get an answer, it was too soon to be asking Jared family
questions.

  
We stopped outside a door and Jared opened it up.
I entered the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub. He
pulled out shampoo and conditioner handing them over to me. “I’m
going to get you some clothes.”

               
“
Okay.” He left and I turned on the tap waiting
for it to heat up. I opened a door and found a towel. Kneeling in
front of the tub, I stuck my head under the water and started
scrubbing. I heard Jared walk back in.

               
“
You’re not getting any of it out.”

               
“
Then help me.”

               
He crouched down next to me and then moved my
hands out of my hair. Slowly he massaged my scalp and I watched as
pasta and sauce mixed with the water in the tub meaning Jared was
actually getting the food out of my hair.

               
A half hour later, my hair was clean and I was
dressed in Jared’s sweatpants and one of his black T-shirts. I
tugged on the waistband of the sweats and felt like I was in one of
those weight loss commercials where the people say ‘I lost this
much weight!’

               
Jared leaned against the bathroom door arms
crossed over his chest and ankles also crossed. “Your mom is
here.”

               
I nodded and pulled on the string of the sweats
tightening them so when I walked they wouldn’t fall down and I
would flash everyone my underwear. “Thanks.” As I walked past him
he held up my school bag and I sent him a smile as I took
it.

               
Silently, we walked down the stairs and to the
front door. I didn’t hear any noise and was a little happy I didn’t
have to see his family again because I don’t know how to react to
what happened. Maybe if I was in on what was going on I would but
since I wasn’t, I would probably say something stupid and make them
hate me.

               
I smiled up at Jared as I ran a hand through my
now clean hair. “I like your family. They really know how to make
people feel welcome.” I laughed trying to lighten the
mood.

               
He leaned against the door and smirked at me but
in his eyes you could see something else. “Yeah, whatever.” Then he
brought his hand up and I thought he was going to touch my face. I
locked eyes with him and felt my heart pick up. Why did he have to
be so attractive? “You still have spaghetti in your
hair.”

               
My cheeks flamed and I smacked his hand as he held
out the sauced covered noodle that he must have missed when he
washed my hair only a couple minutes ago. “Yeah, whatever.” I
mocked him, trying to copy his smirk but knew I failed. Jared had
his own special smirk.

               
Jared shook his head at me. He walked backwards
until he was inside his house and said, “I’ll see you later bad
girl.” With a wink the door was shut in my face. I let out a loud
laugh before walking away from the house that looked calm on the
outside but was far from it on the inside.

               
More secrets of Jared McKingsley that I will never
find out.

I closed my
locker and jumped.

Jared smirked at
me, “And how is my bad girl doing?”

I held back an
eye roll. “I am not your bad girl and fine considering some asshole
almost gave me a heart attack.”

“
You’re feisty today. I like it.” He winked pulling me closer
to him by the hips. I slapped his hands but he didn’t
flinch.

“
Jared
what do you want? It’s too early to deal with you.” I practically
whined not caring that I sounded like a bratty three year
old.

He let me go and
smiled. “Since you asked. Want to go to a party
tonight?”

I blinked
surprised at his question. Then I smiled. “Is Jared McKingsley
asking me out on a date?” I laughed because it just wasn’t
like Jared to do something like that.

He scoffed giving
me a disgusted look. “Emilie I told you I wanted to bang you
not date you. There is a big difference.” Ouch, that hurt a little.
“It’s just there is a party tonight and since you will be over at
my house already for the project, I thought it would be cool to
check out.”

I bit my lip
thinking it over. Was going to a party with Jared smart? I mean
when I got there I could just ditch him and it would only look like
we walked in at the same time. I don’t want rumors going around
that we are hanging out. I don’t need Conner getting any ideas.
Being in school with Jared is different but if Conner thinks we
hangout outside of it, there will be trouble. And I know for a fact
Conner will be there, he rarely missed parties.

I nod finally.
“No funny business though! I don’t want you drugging my drink and
then I wake up the next morning in bed with you and I find out we
had sex.”

Jared pretended
to be offended. “Please Emilie; I wouldn’t have to drug you to get
you in bed.”

“
You’re right.” I answered back.

His eyebrows shot
up with surprise.

“
You
would have to kill me first.” I laughed slapping his cheek and
walking around him.

He caught up and
walked next to me slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Babe, why do
you fight it off so much? You are just in denial. We both know we
want each other.”

I turned my head
a little and looked at him with an ‘are-you-stupid’ look. “Jared, I
can barely stand you most of the time. What makes you think I want
to have sex with you?”

“
Have
you seen this body and face?” He asked like
I
was the stupid
one. “Plus, you need a really good lay, you seem stiff and I am
just the guy to help you with that.” He started massaging one of my
shoulders.

I glared at him
shrugging off his arm. “You are the reason I am so tense. You cause
me to go crazy.”

“
Crazy
with lust. I bet all you think is how hot I am.”

I halted in my
steps and pushed Jared up against the locker’s. His eyes went wide
and his breath hitched. I leaned in so our lips brushed the tiniest
bit. I took in a rugged breath and let it out fanning his lips.
“You’re so right. All I can think about is ripping your clothes off
and taking
you.
Hard.” I ran my lips over his jaw and up his
cheek. Looking him right in the eye I said, “I like being in
control.”

I moved off of
him and smiled. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” His mouth was
agape and I don’t think I have ever seen him so surprised. “Like I
told you Jared the only way you will get me is if I am
dead.”

He composed
himself. Adjusting his shirt and fitting his jacket back into the
right place. “Whatever.” Then his eyes meet mine and a spark grew
in them. “Wait. You aren’t a virgin anymore?”

I cocked an
eyebrow. “How did you come up with that and why are you
asking?”

“
Well
you said you like being in control. I’m pretty sure a virgin
wouldn’t say that about sex.” I mentally hit myself; I just had to
give him payback didn’t I?

Lying I answered,
“I like to be in control with everything.” Vague. Perfect, all I
had to do was be vague and he couldn’t catch me.

I didn’t want to
have the discussion of losing my virginity. Especially of all
people, it to be Jared McKingsley. Not on my lists of things to do.
Ever.

He smirked and I
knew he knew I was lying to him. But I wasn’t going to admit it; he
doesn’t need to know anything about my sex life. I don’t ask him
questions mostly because I don’t want to know who he has banged. I
don’t want to look at girls differently knowing they did the nasty
with Jared.  

“
I’m
guessing it was with Conner right? I mean you guys were together
for a while. It only makes sense.” He said tapping his lips like he
was in deep thought. “Unless,” he snapped his fingers, “You really
are a bad girl and cheated!”

I slapped a hand
over his mouth and made a ‘shhing’ noise. I glared at him. “Why
would you say that? You know he cheated on me! And I really don’t
need rumors going around about I also cheating since it isn’t even
true!” I snapped pulling my hand off his mouth and wiping it on my
jeans.

Jared dropped his
smile when he saw that I was actually pissed. “Wow, Emilie I
forgot. Sorry.”

I tucked some
hair behind my ear and pulled my bag strap higher up on my
shoulder. “Yeah whatever. Just… just stop making jokes about that
stuff. I am just an acquaintance to you. Okay? We aren’t friends so
you have don’t have any right to talk about things like
this.”

He nodded and
started walking backwards. I wouldn’t look at him anymore and I
think he caught on because he turned so his back was facing me and
walked off. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. I wanted to go
and say sorry to him because he didn’t deserve me snapping at him
but I was to worn out.

My stomach still
ached a little. The bruise was healing thankfully. I couldn’t fall
asleep last night because I kept having nightmares of Conner
hitting me and then coming to school today was making me scared. I
don’t know how I will react when I see Conner.

Then Jared making
jokes about Conner and I really put me over the edge. Especially
the sex jokes because I did give myself to Conner and now I regret
it and Jared bringing it up set me off. I sighed and started
walking to my next class.

I would just have
to apologize to him later and if he still talks to me, I’ll even
hangout with him at the party to show that maybe we could be
friends. That thought stopped me. Do I want to be friends with
Jared? I never really liked his reputation and he did get under my
skin but maybe if I told him to lay off with the whole wanting to
bang me we could be friends.

I dropped the
thoughts knowing my brain was mush right now from no sleep.
Thinking of being friends with Jared while working on about an hour
of sleep was a bad idea.

The last bell
rang for the day and I looked at Jared’s empty seat again. Did he
skip this lesson just so he wouldn’t have to see me? That doesn’t
sound like him; he isn’t the type of guy to give up. Hence why we
had that stupid fight about how I was never going to have sex with
him. I slipped my bag over my shoulder and headed out of the
room.

I took a detour
and went the opposite way I usually go after I had that period.
Instead, I went towards the science wing where I knew Jared’s
locker was. I had to still go to his house and if he skipped last
period, I would hunt him down making sure I got to his house to
finish this damn project.

When I got to the
wing, there were only a couple of students lingering around. There
weren’t many lockers around and no Jared either. Sighing, I trudged
over and leaned against his, thinking maybe he is running late from
wherever he was hanging out while skipping. My eyes started
drooping from exhaustion when a
beep!
sound came from my
bag.

Thinking it was
Jared, I quickly pulled my phone out of the side pocket on my bag.
As I un-locked the screen two things hit me. 1) Jared doesn’t have
my number and 2) Conner does. I felt my heart drop as his name
popped up on my screen with a message. My throat went dry when I
realized he really wasn’t going to leave me alone.

With shaky
fingers, I clicked open the message and my heart dropped further as
I read through it a couple of times.
‘I know you are going to
the party tonight. You will be by my side the whole night. I don’t
want a replay of yesterday Emilie. Love you.’

Was it possible
to feel like your heart had fallen to the floor? If so, that’s
exactly what I was feeling. I felt tears fill my eyes as the
realization that Conner wasn’t giving up and by me giving into him
that one time, I made it worse.

The clacking of
shoes hitting the floor made me quickly wipe my tears away and hide
my face with my hair by looking down at the floor. Black boots came
into my line of vision and I knew who it was right away. “What are
you doing here?” Would it sound crazy if I said that hearing his
voice made me feel safer?